Marília Rotili

Marília Rotili

Marília Rotili
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It was Friday night and as I turned over and snuggled my cheek into my pillow, my thoughts drifted to just one thing: pancakes. I was already thinking of Sunday morning pancakes. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait for Sunday. But there was one more thing. As I began to dream of …

It was Friday night and as I turned over and snuggled my cheek into my pillow, my thoughts drifted to just one thing: pancakes. I was already thinking of Sunday morning pancakes. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait for Sunday. But there was one more thing. As I began to dream of …